.
How do I describe
my perfect enemy?
Oh, so close to me.
Almost my identity.
Same face,
same words.
It’s the eyes that give it away.
Almost Identical,
except one of us is wrong.
.
I am not a mirror.
Images of you stay on my mind,
when I am planning to do
those things you hate.
A monster I must be.
I have to ask;
is that what you truly believe?
.
So much the same,
I think we’ve been
led astray.
Someone wants
my perfect enemy
to be just like me.
.
A divided house
won’t stand the storm.
Brother against brother,
turn on one another,
make you think the other
is the one
banging the drum
for war.
.
There is still time
to pull back.
I see my adversary
ready to attack.
I’m in my defensive stance.
I pray he doesn’t know
it’s all an act.
.
Because this
enemy of mine
is one I recognize,
and in their eyes
I see
they’re just as scared as I.
.
Goaded and confused.
A war is fought
between the two of us,
and catches on
like a wildfire,
that we never started.
I think we’re being used.
.
.
HG – 2020
